Just found this instagram page,
Myunfilteredng where peeps share different stories.... Some are pretty. Others are raw, painful and brutally honest. And not every story has a happy ending but many of the stories of faith will inspire you and help you along this journey called life.
For the better part of my childhood, I grew up with my grandparents (my dad’s parents). They had everything – a cook, a gardener, a driver etc. It was a lonely childhood. I remember the driver would take me to school and bring me back home in the afternoon. My grandparents would have gone to work, so I’d be home alone with the cook. One day, I came back from school.
I was 7 years old at the time. The cook said he wasn’t going to give me food until I opened my legs for him. I was just a kid. I didn’t know what was happening, so I opened my legs; moreso I was hungry. Fortunately, he didn’t penetrate me, but he played with my genitals. This continued for a very long time. He also warned me not to say anything to anyone. Because of this experience, I started masturbating at age 7.